Wednesday, June 03, 2009

No excuses....

...none. Nada. I'm not going to go through the usual.."I've been to busy to blog" stuff. The honest reason is...I really can't think of any way to make commuting to work, work, doing push ups and sit ups, and riding my bike sound intresting to me. Much less to the 3.6 people who read my drivel. All is not bleak in my world though.

In a little over 2 weeks is the Cowbell Challenge. This will be my first race of the year. I know a mid pack finish is the best I can hope for, but still, I cannot wait. I love everything about this stuff. The atmosphere, hanging out with people who think like I do about bikes and all things biking, all of it.

I've dropped 10 pds in the past few months. Thanks again Namrita. Seriously, she took this nutrtition thing, something I've always made as complicated as calculus in my head, and made it really simple. If your looking for any help or advice on this subject. E-mail her. Now. Go on. I'll wait. http//www.55nineperformance.com/

Commuting to work still rocks. Despite rainy mornings or nights, rude drivers, some unseasonably cold mornings and such, it is still one of the best decisions I've ever made.

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